Prince Albert(64)

Afterward, he stands unmoving, still inside me, my legs wrapped around him. We’re frozen in place, neither of us speaking. The only sound that cuts through the stillness in the hallway is the sound of our breathing.

"I'm going to do that again as soon as we get in the room," Albie whispers.

"Okay."

Okay? That's all I can muster?

It’s possible that fucking Albie might have made my IQ drop by ten points.

When he slides me down from the wall, slipping out of me and pulling up his pants, he looks at me approvingly. "You're disheveled," he says.

My hand automatically goes to my hair, then to my mouth, feeling the presence of his lips still on mine. "I feel disheveled."

"It looks good on you," he says. "Like that night in Vegas. You’re meant to be disheveled."

He takes my hand, and I walk with him the ten yards or so to his room, my thighs pressed together.

I can feel his cum dripping from me, and the sensation makes me feel dirty.

I feel filthy and used.

And I think I like it.

The realization shocks me, and I still must look stunned when Albie turns around at the door. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," I say, shrugging. This is definitely not something I'm ready to put into words.

"You’re giving me a look."

"Um, I think I need a towel or something."

Albie grins. "That's kind of hot."

"It's kind of gross."

"Hot," he says, pressing his thumb against a keypad at the door. The door swings open, and he quickly walks across the room toward the bathroom. "Make yourself comfortable."

Make yourself comfortable.

Like I'm a guest and not the stepsister he just fucked up against the wall.

Albie reappears with a warm washcloth in his hand, bending down to kiss me while he slides it between my legs. There's something incredibly erotic about the way he moves it over my skin and cleans me.

When he’s finished, he stands. “I’m going to let Noah know I’m indisposed for the next few hours,” he says, turning.

“Wait – what if someone comes looking for me?”

He turns and looks at me with a cocky grin. “Then they’ll find you underneath me, I guess.”





CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE



Albie



When I come back from giving Noah a bullshit excuse for missing whatever the hell is on the agenda this afternoon – some scheduled activity, no doubt, even though we’re supposed to be having a relaxing summer – Belle is naked.

Belle is naked, in my bedroom.

She’s walking toward the bathroom, her perfect ass toward me, and I stand there for a second, watching her.

This is the first time I’ve seen her totally naked.

She turns and looks over her shoulder. “Did you make an excuse for me?” she asks. "Security assigned me a bodyguard, you know."

"I did," I say. "Your bodyguard knows you're here."

"What?" She spins around toward me, looking at me with wide eyes. Her hand is on her hip, her perky breasts visible now that she’s facing me, and I make no attempt to hide the fact that I’m ogling her.

And I don’t make any attempt to conceal the raging hard-on I get from looking at her. She’s the hottest woman I’ve ever seen.

"Relax," I say. "I told him you're here because we're discussing my involvement with the charity work you're going to be doing."

"In your bedroom," she says, scowling. "Noah isn't stupid."

"No," I agree. I'm sure he suspects something is going on between Belle and I. "But he's very loyal."

She purses her lips for a moment, as if she’s considering leaving. “You’re staring at me like I’m a piece of meat.”

“I haven’t seen you naked before. I’m admiring the view,” I say. “I enjoy looking at what’s mine.”

“Has anyone told you you’re kind of a misogynistic prick?”

“More times than you think.”

She laughs. “I’m not sure I like someone referring to me as his possession,” she says.

“You liked it a few minutes ago,” I say, walking past her and pausing long enough to slap her ass. Just to emphasize the whole misogynistic prick thing. “Besides, I’m just stating a fact.”

She follows me into the bathroom, standing in the doorway as I turn on the water in the oversized tub. “You think owning me is a fact?”

Crossing the room, I keep my eyes on hers as I reach between her legs, my fingers pressing against her clit. When she inhales, her breasts rise, her nipples grazing my chest. “You’re saying it’s not?” I ask. “I thought I left my mark a few minutes ago.”